Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Friendly Household Cyborg
It turned out to be a “three Lazy Lightnin’” weekend, with additional versions from 1972 and 1979 (Oregon and Oakland, respectively) to round things out after that cranking DSO show on saturday night -> sunday morning. For me, that would have been enough to make it a good weekend, but no - there is more, there is always more. Sunday I awoke after far too little sleep to assemble the cyborg. We’d wanted a cyborg for years, and finally found one we liked at the proper price point at the european boxed-goods emporium. Sure, we’d have to build it ourselves, but that’s what leads to pride of ownership, right? The box was big and unwieldly, but Kel and I wrestled it into the dining room where we’d already moved out a bookcase to make room for our new helper. The funny thing was, even though there were a lot of pieces and it looked complicated, the damn thing came together quite quickly and easily without incident or injury- except for one blister in the middle of the palm of my hand, which is actually occasionally inconvenient. Mr. Borg is now standing sentry to the cyde of our dining table, just waiting for a chance to prove himself. Some would say we’re fools for letting one of “them” into our home, but we are confident that we’ll be able to control any wild impulses he may have to destroy humanity or to rule us as our cruel emperor, as cyborgs so often do in those Hollywood documentaries. Here, then, is a picture of our lovely cyborg, and remember, the “d"s in “sideboard” are silent, except that the second one sounds like a “g.”
Once Cy-locutus the Cydeborg had been re-configured and brought on-line, Kel and I wandered outside a little so she could get an ice cream and I could get a tapioca drink at T&A on Clement (kind of disappointing, the fruit juice was artificial and too sweet) and then we did touchup painting in the newly-blue-and-yellow room, which looks pretty damn good. That brought us up to time to drive out to the east bay for several hours of TV with Dave and Kim and Jeff and Amber and Tony and Carmella, which is to say, we watched about 45 minutes worth of programming over the course of three hours of the Survivor finale, followed by about three hours worth of programming in the course of one hour of The Sopranos. I’m still waiting for Vito’s Protein Fixation ("VPF") to raise its ugly head again, so to speak. By 12:30 a.m. we were saying goodbye, by 1:15 I was walking the dog again, and by 1:30 I was unconscious. I think I might have gotten into bed first, but there’s no guarantee on that one.
In addition, I thought of something clever and pithy and brief to post here, very late on saturday night I think, or maybe even friday night, and I can’t remember what it was, and that’s making me feel as if I can’t really close this out, because I wanted to say something and it hasn’t been said. I skipped it yesterday, hoping that by doing so I’d trigger a memory and remember it today. No such luck. All I can remember is that it had both an “L” and an “A” in it, and one of the words sort of repeated inside another word, but it wasn’t a pun. With that much information, I’m sure you can reconstruct my fiendishly clever idea and you’re all nodding in sage approval of it. So, if you get around to it, would one of you just remind me what the hell it was I was thinking about?
